jthm-fandom asked: It takes you a little while to actually fly to LoWaF, what with your balance being so terribly off. And once you manage to get there, you nearly manage to crash into one of the cotton bushes. Brushing it off and flicking the fluff off of your shirt, you stride up to Cute's door as quickly as you can and knock on it, only hesitating a little. It only now occurs to you that maybe this is some kind of anon-trick to get you to go talk to Cute...

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too-cute-fandom

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Your completely not pregnant splinter answers the door with a curious gaze and takes only a moment to register who the visitor at the door is.

N…Nny? Nny?!

Your splinter’s eyes light up and she lets out a squeal as she flings her arms around her now tinier moirail than she’s used to. Now you’re excited from your spot on the couch upon hearing your moirail’s name. With a gentle touch, you make sure Ani’s up off your sholder before floating into the air and dashing towards the door with a gleeful purr.


You grin a bright smile and your splinter disappears as your more delicate pregnant self reaches out and gently hugs your moirail before he gets a chance to say much else. Only after a happy sigh and a "Cthulu, you’re so thin!” do you actually respond to either of your friends questions.

A surprised look crosses your face and you pull out of the hug, looking back and forth between the two fandoms. Had they really never met? Are you introducing them? Huh!

With a nervous little smile at first, you float back out of the doorway, gently taking Nny by the hand and leading him in your home. You speak slowly, considering that not only is Ani half asleep, but if you remember right, tiny Nny has some brain damage going on right now.

Nny, I don’t know if I’ve told you about her in this point on the timeline yet, but this is +Anima. Ani, this is my moirail I’ve told you about, I know for sure, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.

You smile brightly and reach out for Ani’s hand to put the two fandoms’ hands into a handshake. Your tail twitches in delight as you watch their faces, hoping to see their first reactions to one another..! They are your CLOSEST friends, after all, and you get to experience how they meet in person!

The corners of your lips quirked as you spoke the words at the same time, find it mildly amusing. You politely move out of the way for Cute and her friend as she gently pulls him inside and you could finally get a look. He was tall, slender built with spiky black hair. He didn’t seem to have pupils. And his boot’s were really nice. You give him a little wave as Cute introduces you to him, a kind face as you give a small smile. When she in turn introduces him to you you’re eyes widen a bit before you give a happy little laugh as Cute puts the two of your hands together to shake.

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+AF: So you’re the one little Cute’s been telling me all about.

+AF: It’s nice to finally meet you Johnny. Thank you for being there for Cute.

It’s only as your hand touch though, that you get a strange read on him. Like something was amiss. You purposefully read his life force at the touch and it was damaged. Back of his head or something, which tugs your mouth into a small frown. You glance to cute then back to him.

+AF: Are… I mean.. were you recently injured?

You ask, a little concerned for his sake. You were saddened anyone would be hurt, but especially Cute’s best friend. You were still completely oblivious to what exactly had transpired before hand. You never got to speak to little Cute before she swapped with her older self. 

You, too, give a small chuckle as the words leave your mouths simultaneously, remembering how Cute had talked about this one before, this realization bringing a calm smile to your lips as you shake her hand.

Nice to meet you! Cute’s talked a lot about you…

As she asks about your injury, however, you give a small sigh and brush your hair away to reveal the bandage on your forehead, giving Cute a tiny, worried look. Did you tell her in the future? If not, now’s gonna be a pretty shocking reveal.

Yeah… Blew my own brains out after I godtiered… Had to get rid of a tumour and kinda panicked a bit.

You say nonchalantly, as if this wasn’t a big deal at all. You’re alive, after all, and were never in any risk of dying since blowing a hole in your own head is neither just nor heroic.

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jthm-fandom asked: It takes you a little while to actually fly to LoWaF, what with your balance being so terribly off. And once you manage to get there, you nearly manage to crash into one of the cotton bushes. Brushing it off and flicking the fluff off of your shirt, you stride up to Cute's door as quickly as you can and knock on it, only hesitating a little. It only now occurs to you that maybe this is some kind of anon-trick to get you to go talk to Cute...

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too-cute-fandom:

Your completely not pregnant splinter answers the door with a curious gaze and takes only a moment to register who the visitor at the door is.

N…Nny? Nny?!

Your splinter’s eyes light up and she lets out a squeal as she flings her arms around her now tinier moirail than she’s used to. Now you’re excited from your spot on the couch upon hearing your moirail’s name. With a gentle touch, you make sure Ani’s up off your sholder before floating into the air and dashing towards the door with a gleeful purr.

You don’t mind when Cute moves you, hearing the squealing she made and a little noise that that almost sounded like Nanny… without the a. You’re brain was a bit water logged from almost having gone to sleep as you sink into the couch a moment. You’re brows furrow with the struggle of laying there verses going to see who she was excited to greet. 

It wasn’t until the slightly familiar scent, which you sometimes caught from Cute catches your attention that you pull yourself up with great reluctance and rub your eyes. There’s an out line of someone quite tall and slender in the door way where… two cutes.. are? Wait what. You, rub your eyes again, making sure. No, there they were one not pregnant and one very much so. You would question it, but by now you’ve chalked up most weird occurrences to magic anons and peoples powers. And nothing seemed wrong so….

You pull yourself up from the comfort and plushness of the seat, giving a yawn to wash away you drowse nature. you You trail after Cute to the door, wanting to see who she was excited to see. Nny did she say? That struck you as familiar but couldn’t place it. The scent certainly wasn’t of one you personally knew. So coming up behind her you tilt your head to the side, trying to get a look.

+AF: Cute, who’s this?

You gasp the second Cute sweeps you into her arms in a mighty bear-hug, having not actually expected all this ageswap-stuff to be true. And you also manage to notice she’s -not- pregnant. Ha, those anons were wrong. This perception of yours is rapidly altered, though, as the -real- Cute steps out from the living room, sporting what looks like a watermelon on steroids tucked under her dress.

Nope, she’s pregnant, alright.

Cute, I heard that…

…Yup… You’re pregnant, alrigth…

-Is all you can say as you stare at your previously-tiny moirail, all grown up and heavy with precious life. Regardless, it’s really, -really- nice to see her again… And to hug her… Doesn’t change the fact that she’s your tiny moirail and she got herself -pregnant.-

Just then, however, you notice someone else behind her and frown. You hadn’t expected her to have company, you’re not entirely sure you can handle much of that in your current condition. Meaning minor case of brain damage.

Cute, uh, who’s this?…

You manage to say at exactly the same time as the stranger.

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chickenwhite:

A birthday present for too-cute-fandom starring Dorian Bucks and Dear.

source: Deviantart.

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grapeberrythecat asked: Grape is still cuddling Nny. "You are an excellent moirail. Don't listen to the anons. Most of them are just trying to get under your skin."

grapeberrythecat:

jthm-fandom:

Grape, let’s not fool ourselves… I’m irresponsible, clueless, violent and insecure. I’m an emotional -mess-. I’ve got no business being -anyone’s- moirail…


"When did that happen? She might have thought you were still trickster." 

No… This was after we Godtiered… She knew I wasn’t trickstered…

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hypnosisfandom asked: Are you going to be okay?

I… I don’t know… I really miss Cute, e-even if I probably shouldn’t ever go near her again…

I-I wish I could’ve just… Stopped myself…

Anonymous asked: *one of your followers hugs you then quickly scurries away*

Uh… Okay…

Anonymous asked: *Leaves a regular size grimly colored egg on your bed, with a note saying "Happy Easter". It is splotched with shades of red, black, and a tiny twinge of reddish purple*

Heh, that is magnificent! Thanks!

Anonymous asked: It's a very VERY short flight to your new friend's house. Not only did you have to get away from that trickster at home, but you heard something about this guy bein' messed up. You might as well check on him. "Hey uh, Nny? Ya home? I heard somethin' went wrong!" ((boi-SMB-fandomstuck))

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

jthm-fandom:

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Some shuffling is heard from the other side of the door. A bit of grumbling and groaning permeates the air for a moment, then a bump and a pained noise, as if someone bumped into something. Then the door opens.

Oh… Hi, Meatboy…

You say, rubbing your shoulder where you bumped into your bedroom door upon opening it, your head being slightly out of sorts now that it’s trying to figure out how to retune it to the new matter and cells. And speaking of your head, you’ve got a giant, square bandaid there to cover up the raw, red scar underneath. Thank Cthulhu your planet actually has a competent doctor.

You jerk the second he shouts, though, startled enough to retract your hand, the tarry tentacle immediately splashing to the floor like water, the black goo evaporating before it even hits the ground.

imageFuck, sorry!…

You apologize, though slowly start chuckling as he laughs.

imageS-sorry… I kinda forget how weird they are from time to time.

You say, absent-mindedly rubbing the bandage covering the big, red, raw scar on your forehead.

"N-no, man, it’s fine," you mumble, still rubbing the back of your neck and staring at the ground where the tar evaporated. THAT’S going to take some getting used to. "I’m not not…used to seein’ that shit on my side, ya know? Livin’ with Isaac’s real stressful. It ain’t all that… weird so much as bringin’ up bad thoughts over here."

You chuckle a little nervously and give him a sheepish grin. “Not that I’m mad at ya for it or some dumb shit like that. It’s kinda cool, really. Ya almost saved the kid that dove down into Isaac’s basement with ‘em, didn’t ya?” Yeah, those tentacles DID look familiar. You remember when that happened, the last time he went over to your house.

I… I suppose.. At least I tried, if nothing else.

You say shyly, always a little nervous and awkward when it came to accepting complements. You didn’t exactly grow up on them, after all.

I’m sorry, though. I’ll try and warn you before using them while you’re here.

You feel terrible for setting off Meatboy like that. You know about trauma and such better than most people, after all, and should probably have been a little more mindful before whipping out black magic in front of a guy who literally lives with a sort of hell in his basement. Then again, so do you, albeit on a much less monstrous scale.

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(OOC note: As you might have noticed, mun’s taking a break today. Will be back very soon to answer questions and continue RPs, pretties! Have a smashing day!)

Anonymous asked: It's a very VERY short flight to your new friend's house. Not only did you have to get away from that trickster at home, but you heard something about this guy bein' messed up. You might as well check on him. "Hey uh, Nny? Ya home? I heard somethin' went wrong!" ((boi-SMB-fandomstuck))

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

jthm-fandom:

Some shuffling is heard from the other side of the door. A bit of grumbling and groaning permeates the air for a moment, then a bump and a pained noise, as if someone bumped into something. Then the door opens.

Oh… Hi, Meatboy…

You say, rubbing your shoulder where you bumped into your bedroom door upon opening it, your head being slightly out of sorts now that it’s trying to figure out how to retune it to the new matter and cells. And speaking of your head, you’ve got a giant, square bandaid there to cover up the raw, red scar underneath. Thank Cthulhu your planet actually has a competent doctor.


You give him a nervous grin when he’s fine with letting you mooch off his home.

"Thanks man," you start slowly. "Isaac went trickster and I’m tryin’ ta stay the hell out of that phase. He’s gone trickster once already and I do not want any part of that.”

A nervous chuckle ends your statement and you smile at him a little more genuinely. He really liked too-big comfy clothes, huh? Not your forte, except maybe your sweatpants. Those feel good on y— woahisthATATENTACLE?!

"H-holy SHIT—!!"

You stumble back in confusion and fright, shivering a little and your train of thought derailed. That shit looked straight out of Isaac’s basement. It actually takes you a moment to register it as Nny’s magic, but when you do, you laugh at your own fear and look away rubbing your neck.

You jerk the second he shouts, though, startled enough to retract your hand, the tarry tentacle immediately splashing to the floor like water, the black goo evaporating before it even hits the ground.

Fuck, sorry!…

You apologize, though slowly start chuckling as he laughs.

S-sorry… I kinda forget how weird they are from time to time.

You say, absent-mindedly rubbing the bandage covering the big, red, raw scar on your forehead.

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Anonymous asked: It's a very VERY short flight to your new friend's house. Not only did you have to get away from that trickster at home, but you heard something about this guy bein' messed up. You might as well check on him. "Hey uh, Nny? Ya home? I heard somethin' went wrong!" ((boi-SMB-fandomstuck))

boi-smb-fandomstuck:

jthm-fandom:

Some shuffling is heard from the other side of the door. A bit of grumbling and groaning permeates the air for a moment, then a bump and a pained noise, as if someone bumped into something. Then the door opens.

Oh… Hi, Meatboy…

You say, rubbing your shoulder where you bumped into your bedroom door upon opening it, your head being slightly out of sorts now that it’s trying to figure out how to retune it to the new matter and cells. And speaking of your head, you’ve got a giant, square bandaid there to cover up the raw, red scar underneath. Thank Cthulhu your planet actually has a competent doctor.


You grin, completely and entirely unaware of your friend’s thought process and sigh in relief when he mentions that his alchemeter is up and running.

"That’s good. Don’t want ya starvin’ here or anythin’. An’ it’s good that ya got somethin’ comfy to wear, even if it’s about a hundred times too big for ya." You laugh and take his invitation to enter with a surprising amount of haste.

"Y-yeah, thanks man. I uh…I actually kinda came here fer two big reasons… I heard ya were down and wanna make sure yer okay, but…I-I kinda need a place to stay fer a few days," you admit slowly.

You figured the guy wouldn’t mind. Your closer backup friend you’d ask was trickster last time you saw him, and you didn’t wanna worry your moirail by butting in with her. Though, looking around the house this might be a bad idea…And your reluctance shows on your face.

Your heart skips a beat as Meatboy puts forward his need and you have a feeling you’ll need medical attention later on because of it. That was almost painful. As his enthusiasm seems to vane, though, you give an apologetic chuckle.

Eh-heh, of course you can stay if you want!… I-I know it looks a bit of a clutter, but trust me, that’s only in the construction-?zone. The bathroom and kitchen are both habitable, as well as two of the bedrooms. Well, one’s more of a safe-room, but it’s got a bed in it and stuff…

You ramble slightly as you let Meatboy inside, feeling blood rise to your cheeks and having to take a deep breath to not blush too loudly. Your efforts are all for naught as he mentions the shirt, though.

Y-yeah, it’s a bit big, I know… I kinda prefer comfy clothes that way, though, my usual outfit’s tight enough.

You explain with a shrug, closing the door and hurriedly moving things into place to look a bit less cluttered with a tentacle magically protruding from your palm. Huh, it’s a lot easier to control them now and it comes quite naturally…

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Anonymous asked: *leaves a life sized Too-Cute doll on your bed instead*

…Getting real tired of your shit, anon.

"Oh! by the way, I made you this a while back." She pulls out the pendant, it’s dangling on a black, hand woven lanyard. 

An Ouroboros?…

Th… Thanks, man…